Li Ling could understand Zuo Rujiao's worries, but he had to go to the Martial Saint Temple now. First, he wanted to confirm who was fighting with the Martial God of the Capital before, whether it was Temulu or Feifeng. Second, the black-clothed man who appeared in the Baimiao tribe looked exactly like the martial god of the capital, and he would have his palm broken, so he had to go to the martial temple to find out whether Li Zhenghao's disappearance had anything to do with the martial god of the capital.

"Rujiao, I must go to the Wusheng Temple, I'm sorry!"

Li Ling's right hand gently pressed the jade neck of the left Rujiao.

Suddenly, Zuo Rujiao's whole body softened, her eyes closed, and she fell into Li Ling's arms.

"Li Ling!" He Minmin frowned, looked at Li Ling, who was hugging Zuo Rujiao, and said, "Do you really want to go to the Martial God of the Capital now?"

"Hmm!"

Li Ling nodded, and spoke again to the driver, "Turn around and go to the Martial Saint Temple!"

"Yes, Li Shao!"

Wu Shi, who was at the front of the convoy, looked in the rearview mirror and watched the RV Li Ling was sitting in leave the convoy, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother Ling, where are you going?"

Through the Guò Dragon League List, Wu Shi's voice appeared in Li Ling's mind.

"Martial Temple!"

Listening to Li Ling's calm answer, Wu Shi's expression changed, he scolded secretly, and said to the driver: "Turn around and go to Wusheng Temple." ”

"Why did Wu Shao turn around?"

"Li Shao's car also broke away from the convoy, didn't he say to go to the Shangri-La Hotel?"

"Wusheng Temple, Li Shao is going to Wusheng Temple. ”

Soon, the news that Li Ling rushed to the Wusheng Temple was spread.

Thirty miles away from Li Ling and them, an Audi turned around sharply and also drove in the direction of Wusheng Temple.

Deng Chenggong sat behind, his eyes were full of solemnity, he didn't expect that as soon as Li Ling returned to the capital, he couldn't wait to find the martial god of the capital.

Jin Yulong, who was driving the car, had a complicated expression, he thought that Li Ling was dead, but he didn't expect Li Ling not only not to die, but also to return strongly.

Half an hour later, luxury cars stopped outside the Wusheng Temple.

"Minmin, you stay here to protect Rujiao!"

"Li Ling, I'll go with you!" He Minmin shook his head.

As soon as his eyelids raised, a soft smile appeared on the corner of Li Ling's mouth, and he said, "Don't worry about me, since I dare to come, I have absolute certainty that I will leave the Martial Saint Temple alive." ”

"But!"

"Obedient!" Before He Minmin could finish speaking, Li Ling interrupted, and immediately leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Brother Ling, do you really want to go to the Martial Saint Temple?"

As soon as Li Ling stepped out of the RV, Wu Shi greeted him with a solemn face.

Looking at the mountain road not far away, Li Ling's eyes flashed with exquisite light, and said, "Today, I have to go!"

Listening to Li Ling's firm words, Wu Shi couldn't help frowning.

"You are all waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain!" Reaching out and patting Wu Shi's shoulder, Li Ling took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Wusheng Mountain.

When Li Ling walked towards Wusheng Mountain, Gong Li and the others walked to the front of the mountain road one by one, blocking other people who wanted to go up.

Wusheng Mountain is not big, and there is only one Wusheng Temple on the mountain.

But because this is the cultivation place of the martial gods in the capital, this martial temple is very famous in the ancient martial arts world.

Ten minutes later, a building appeared in Li Ling's eyes.

The Wusheng Temple is built on the mountainside of Wusheng Mountain, with golden tiles and snow-white walls, making the Wusheng Temple look sacred.

"Zhou Chongen, I'm Li Ling here!"

Looking at the Martial Saint Temple, Li Ling took a deep breath, and his abdomen expanded rapidly under the visible eye.

It was like a thunderous sound, and the rolling sound waves echoed throughout the Martial Saint Mountain, even Wu Shi and them at the foot of the mountain were startled by this roar.

"Bold!"

Suddenly, a terrifying momentum rose from inside the Martial Temple.

In Li Ling's eyes, the Martial Saint Temple in the distance suddenly twisted, and an emaciated figure, with an extremely fast speed, shot out from the Martial Saint Temple.

"Half-step Grandmaster!"

Feeling the momentum of the comer, as well as the true qi rolling around his body, Li Ling's expression was indifferent.

The person who came was childish, silver-haired and windless, and his gestures were full of great coercion.

This person is the great disciple of Zhou Chongen, the martial god of the capital, Huo Zhanjin!

Huo Zhanjin's figure was like electricity, and a few breaths appeared a hundred meters away from Li Ling.

Looking at Li Ling with an indifferent expression, Huo Zhanjin was shocked in his heart, "There is a little bit of true qi fluctuation in his body, and his own magnetic field is also restrained, could it be that he has really broken through from foreign kung fu to the realm of grandmasters?"

"Let Zhou Chongen come out, you are not my opponent!" Li Ling said lightly.

Huo Zhan laughed angrily and said coldly: "Li Ling, although I don't know how you broke through, you don't think that you are really invincible in the world. ”

"I'm invincible, and I have a dime relationship with you?" Li Ling glanced at Huo Zhanjin.

"Presumptuous!"

Huo Zhanjin was furious, a fierce light erupted in the tiger's eyes, since he worshipped the martial god of the capital as his teacher, no one dared to speak to him in this tone for many years.

"Let go of your uncle!"

Suddenly, Li Ling's figure disappeared in place.

"Good time!"

Huo Zhanjin's pupils contracted suddenly, and he felt a chill rise from behind him.

"Ten thousand broken palms!"

"Whoa!"

A palm slashed out, the space in all directions twisted, and a roll of magnetic fields turned into an illusory knife shadow with the palm that Huo Zhanjin cut off.

Li Ling's figure appeared behind Huo Zhanjin, his eyes flashed with surprise, and the shadow of the knife condensed by the magnetic field was reflected in his pupils.

"No wonder Zhou Chongen chose to cultivate here, it turns out that the magnetic field here is so weak!"

The magnetic field is weak, and for the martial artist, there are advantages and disadvantages.

However, overall, the pros outweigh the disadvantages.

Just like Huo Zhanjin now, he is not a strong grandmaster, but in this martial saint temple with a weak magnetic field, he can use the means of a strong grandmaster to hook the earth's magnetic field.

To put it simply, cultivating in this place where the magnetic field is weak can allow martial artists to experience the power of the next realm in advance.

"Li Ling, die!"

Watching Li Ling's right hand form a claw and face the magnetic knife shadow, Huo Zhanjin's face showed excitement.

It was a sword shadow formed by the earth's magnetic field, and even if it was a strong grandmaster, he didn't dare to use his flesh and blood to resist.

But in the next second, the smile on Huo Zhanjin's face suddenly stiffened, and the magnetic knife shadow suddenly shattered.

In Li Ling's hands, the magnetic knife shadow was like paper paste, vulnerable to attack.

Looking at Huo Zhanjin's stunned gaze, Li Ling sneered, "Although because the magnetic field here is weak, you can use the methods of the Grandmaster powerhouse in advance. It's a pity that the magnetic field here is too weak, making your attacks vulnerable!"

"How is that possible?" Huo Zhanjin's eyes flashed with disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible!"

Li Ling stepped out and suddenly appeared beside Huo Zhanjin, his hands forming claws and clasping towards his shoulders.

"Get out!" Huo Zhanjin was a half-step grandmaster after all, and his reaction speed was first-class, and he reacted the moment Li Ling approached.